Wings and Poetry.

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I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
When I’m sad I look at birds and copy out poetry. Everybody needs a hobby.
(get a print or a pillow on society6)
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